Megatron stood with one hand behind his back, his towering, massive frame held high. His posture was gentlemanly, yet utterly arrogant.
He had no intention of striking first, his eyes brimming with contempt.
In his eyes, Bumblebee, who had only just finished having his skeleton modified, was not worthy of making him attack first.
In terms of size, Bumblebee was barely a third as big as he was.
In terms of experience, he had fought across the stars for tens of thousands of years, conquering countless star systems without an equal.
In terms of strength, even the upgraded Optimus Prime had been completely suppressed by him, forced into retreat after retreat.
Tonnage set the lower limit, and experience set the upper limit. That was the iron law Megatron had believed in throughout his life of battle.
Against a junior who had just gotten a new body and had yet to get comfortable with his moves, taking the initiative would be beneath his status as leader of the Decepticons.
Deep down, he was almost conceitedly certain that he could handle this little guy with ease. If he could not even beat Bumblebee, he might as well kill himself on the spot.
"Make your move, kid. I'll give you three free hits."
Megatron's voice was deep and weighty, carrying the composure of one who looked down on all beings. He did not even bother to touch the Dark Star Saber.
He intended to fight barehanded the whole time, relying purely on the raw strength of his body to test just how capable this supposedly strongest modified skeleton everyone outside had been raving about really was.
Bumblebee, standing opposite him, did not bother with any niceties.
His body, fully reconstructed with nanometal and reinforced with a custom skeleton, gleamed all over. His new